Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

- The laboratory is densely packed with culture chambers, each containing unconscious sentinel guides.

- The mental power extraction device is extracting energy from the living test subject, condensing it into golden crystals.

- In the surveillance footage, a figure who looks exactly like Lin Ci'an is standing in front of the console debugging parameters.

“Wait wait wait!”

6872 suddenly shouted, "Isn't this Xiao An An?! No, no—"

Chu Ziyu kicked the bionic soldier in front of him away and replied to 6872: "Zoom in."

The data flow is quickly retraced and the picture is enlarged.

The irises of that "Lin Ci'an" appeared unnaturally golden under the light, and there was a mechanical smile on the corners of his mouth.

“Oh wow~”

"The tower built a copy of the commander!"

Chu Ziyu's fingertips tightened unconsciously, and the chip shattered in his palm.

"what happened?"

"When was the tower built? The visible copies are here, but how many invisible ones are there?"

When Chu Ziyu was distracted, he vaguely heard the sound of breaking wind.

However, the next second——

"boom!"

A bullet grazed his cheek accurately, leaving a streak of blood.

Chu Ziyu's pupils suddenly shrank.

This bullet... was fired from the direction of the base.

(impossible.)

(Everyone in the base is our own people.)

He turned around suddenly, his mental force field fully activated, and instantly captured the sniper.

(…Lin Ci’an?)

Chu Ziyu's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip in an instant.

The burning sensation from the bullet gnawing at his cheek hadn't dissipated yet, and the smell of blood lingered between his lips and teeth.

On top of the tower, the familiar figure was holding a sniper rifle, his silver hair was ruffled by the wind, and he was very familiar with the arc of his knuckles on the trigger.

But those eyes - those eyes that always contained coldness or helplessness, and occasionally a bit of annoyance when driven out by him - were now as cold as a stranger.

Chu Ziyu's breathing stopped for a moment.

"boom!"

The second bullet penetrated his shoulder blade, and when the blood splattered on his military uniform, Chu Ziyu forgot to dodge.

(He taught Lin Ci'an how to use a gun.)

(He remembered the man's slightly furrowed brows as he pulled the trigger, and the reddening of his ears as he cursed, "Don't get so close"—)

And now, Lin Ci'an's gun was pointing at his heart.

——Like aiming at an insignificant target.

dark.

The cold water reached his knees, and Lin Ci'an stood in the ruins of his own mental picture.

The lighthouse has long since collapsed, seawater has flooded back, and the starry sky is covered in a golden data stream.

(Move...)

(He must be warned...)

His body seemed to be entangled by countless silk threads, and every movement was as slow as being stuck in a quagmire.

In the distance, a figure exactly like him stood in the center of the data stream, his irises glowing with mechanical gold.

“Stop struggling.”

That "Lin Ci'an" smiled and said, "You can't get out."

The sea water suddenly rose and submerged up to the chest.

The feeling of suffocation oppressed his nerves, but Lin Ci'an stared at the water surface intently.

The reflection under the water is the real him.

(Chu... Ziyu...)

Lin Ci'an on the high tower slowly moved the muzzle of his gun, his golden pupils locked onto his brows—

Like waiting for the final execution order.

6872 was silent for a rare two seconds. "Um, Boss, we might be in trouble."

After coming to his senses, Chu Ziyu pierced the wound on his shoulder blade with his fingertips, and blood dripped along the joints.

He took out the bullet expressionlessly, and the metal bullet rolled half a circle in his palm, stained with blood.

(You can’t hit your wife.)

(Hide.)